Agnostic, now becoming fast. Discard my teachings
of the past. The waters dark and very deep.
Could this be for my final sleep. What tales to tell.
What truth to hold. For some this be their pot of gold.
Released from toil, trial and pain. For me right now;
ne'er live again. Should this I do, or should I not.
Would all my cares be forgot. This is my chance,
not pass it by. 'Tis my decision, do or die.
Should I try to live once more. Or death at present;
close the door. The fence I'm on, which way to leap.
To fight, or plunge, into the deep. To plunge the depths
is what I choose. But either way I'm born to lose.
I'm born to lose, each way I turn. But still I choose
not life to spurn. |
